Letra Sheriff Of Huddersfield de Iron Maiden

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We're on a mission from Rod

Don't think it's very bloody funny at all, dunno what you're all laughing about

Life in a city living in L.A, is a long way from Huddersfield town
The back of the Rainbow's a long way from heaven
But that's where he get's his pork pie

limos and ladies, they're driving him cwasy
Wugby and cwicket's unknown
baseball and football, they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come home"

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look out on the Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels

A good game of arrows a few dozen barrels
The Nautilus rusts in the yard
Yorkshire is yearning but because he's earning
He'll always live in L.A.

A custom-made wallet that stays in his pocket
And never comes out to pay bills
He's winning at poker and playing the Joker
And he always cheats when he deals

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on the Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels

Hello, let me introduce meself!
My name is Rodney. I'm immensely strong.
When I were a lad, I could lift up five navvies on an end of a shovel.
The reason I never took up martial arts is because
I was immensely fearsome and I'd probably kill everybody that I came into contact with.
I was phenomenally strong.
Pride and ego, my lads, pride and ego, is what makes the world rotate.
And everybody knows the centre of the universe is Huddersfield
that's why I don't live there anymore.
I live in Los Angeles.
It's great!... I think

Rufus the red has a crane by his bed To wrench himself up in the morn'
You dare to tread at the foot of his bed, You'll wish you'd never been born.

A bear with a sore head we don't mean your forehead, He slumbers for most of the day
Wide eyed and legless baked beans for breakfast
Your problem Rodney is L.A.

The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on the Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on the Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels
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No, I don't know what you're making such a fuss about.
No, I don't. I'm not in here for the money.
I like it here!
The sun shines all night!
(belching and farting sounds)
It's alright, I'm a Yorkshireman. I can take it
I used to be able to lift five navvies on a shovel, you know
You know? Uhhh... you're not bloody listening to me, are you